Lost Boys [Satogou]

Lost Boys [Prologue]

There comes a time in life when you're gonna have to be on your own. Whether you're moving from your parent's house to live by yourself in an apartment for college, or if your mother sent you into the grocery store to buy what you need for the week.

But when that time comes, you're gonna have an odd sensation of being alone.

Usually, that nagging feeling will go away, once back with others, like your family or friends.

But what if your time alone is permanent?

My name is Goh, and I know exactly how this feels.

My mother would grab my favorite fairytale book every night to read it to me, even though I had tons of books to choose from on the shelf next to my desk. This was the one time every day I'd get to spend time with her and father. I would sit in her lap, quietly listening to her soft, calming voice. She would rock me, easily putting me to sleep, and resting my lively spirit.

I sniffled at the thought of my mother and father, reading me the story of Peter Pan every night. Remembrance of the magical moments they created for me made me curl up into a ball, my legs and feet tucked behind my arms.

Lying against the dirty, brick wall of a dim alleyway, I was surrounded by the trash people threw out of their windows while driving past me, the loud bustling of the pedestrians that scurried by on the sidewalks, the blaring sirens of police cars and ambulances, and the honking of many angry drivers in their cars. I sat silently, my heavy heart slowly sinking deeper into sorrow. Even with all of the people in this small world, it seems as if no one even bothers to look at a boy who lost it all, just thrown out into the streets with nothing.

I missed my parents. I missed the filling meals my mother cooked me, always piping hot and delicious. I missed my home, my bed, all of the books I owned, and all of the other things my mother and father would buy me.

But that's gone now.

The lost, without their parents, hold onto the little hope they have of living a happy life. Only the memories of storybooks found their way into my mind, giving me faith, and helping me run from loneliness and hatred.